Losing You

Текст песни Flyte - Losing You

I met a girl last night, she was only 23
I brought her home to mine she gave herself away to me
But the light in the hallway and the silence in my room
Said I don't think I'll get used to losing you

And you were wearing that red dress when you took him upstairs
The one I bought you in New York before you made this mess
You've run with another, you've cut me through and through
And still I don't think I'll get used to losing you

A riverside hotel tonight
With walls that catch the city lights
Just tell me you want me I don't care if it's true
'Cause I don’t think I'll get used to losing you

Tell me where did you learn to lie so well
To love like a secret you'd never tell
You've stripped me of everything and I hate you, I really do
Still I don't think I'll get used to losing you